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| - Everyone was French. It was great! Just like I expected. If you weren't from France, you were pretending. You don't need to speak French to shop here but it certainly helps to indulge the fantasy, as well as interact with the staff, some of whom are still learning Anglais. I personally found it charming, though it led me to butcher THEIR language instead.
I always struggle to review cheese shops because I frankly find them all to be the same. It just seems like a pretty simple thing to pull off: stock good cheese, store them properly, portion them off by request. And then there's sandwiches, jams, stuff like that. I don't mean to demean their hard work: it's a business, so it's never going to be easy. But the fundamental dynamic doesn't seem to vary from shop to shop. As a result, I tend to pick favourites based on service, price, and neighbourhood (in this case: good, fair, far from mine). If you live in the south Annex, I think you'll enjoy this place.
One thing they have that isn't everywhere is Beurre Échiré, a $15 butter from Deux-Sèvres. As flavourful as a cheese itself, it's meant to be spread solo on good bread, which they also happen to sell. I suspect the French connections behind the counter are capable of importing further craziness. We will see.
I tend to consider cheeses a luxury good, and thus don't reserve much of my budget for them. But if you're brimming with wealth, I'm sure there's plenty here to exchange your fortune for. Send me recordings of you savouring them, so I can be like you one day.
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